Ode to Cat-My Valentine's Day Post
-Even when you beg for milk after I’ve given you a helping, I can't deny you.
-Even when your hair, fine and white, sticks to every single article of dark colored clothing I have, I still want to hold you.
-Those giant fangs of yours scrape against me as you rub your face affectionately over my hands and cheek, but I will always encourage you.
-Your kibble is scattered all over my desk, since you insist of pulling bits of it out of the bowl before eating them, nonetheless, I am very handy with the vacuum cleaner.
-You take over my pillow at night, purr like a chainsaw into my ear, tickle me with your long, stiff whiskers and get between my Luvie and I, in spite of everything, I have not the heart to put you out.
-You ask that your food be warmed, stirred and dressed with a few drops of fresh bottled water, it’s a small price to pay, three times a day, to see you still eating a drinking like you used to.
-When you’re adamant about lying over half of my computer so I am forced to type emails with one finger, I can’t be cross with a cat who wants to keep me company as I work now can I?
A face that everyone can love.
Not so good for typing e-mails, great for taking a break and realizing e-mails can wait.
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